Текст песни: Pimp the Ho + перевод

It’s like a Too $hort raps been around a while

I rocked to the beat and got my own style

I’m from the O city, and I said it before

I was born to mack, call me Playboy $hort

You wanna get freaky? Look at the time

We could do the nasty, but it’s almost nine

My show starts at ten, I gots to go

Like the mack said, homie, pimp the ho

Check it out everybody, if you got two ears

Turn your radio up, Short Dog is here

If the bass ain’t kickin, pick up the phone

Dial 911, tell em, «turn it on»

Bumped a cute young tender in a tight red dress

She had a soft booty, and a real big chest

She said, «I love you», said it again

At the motel freaked her and her friends

Like a Too $hort rap, and everybody knows

Like the Mack said, homie, pimp the hoes

Ain’t no need in playin games, none at all

Fakin like a giant when you’re just too small

No need to rush, take your time

To adjust to the changes in my rhyme

To you rappers — tonight’s your night

You all jump straight up on your mic

Screamin «I'm the best», but let me see

I make a lotta money, could that be me?

He said, «Hell no, I’m the king of the rap»

Looked me in my eye and said, «Deal with that»

I said, «Hold on, buddy, don’t talk that junk

You drank two 40s, now you must be drunk»

He said, «Let's battle», I said «Go»

Like the Mack said, homie, I pimped the ho

All hail the king, go straight to hell

If your girlfriend’s freakin on a freaky tale

Better play your rap and take mine off

Before the bitch gets wet and you’re still soft

No need to rush, take your time

To adjust to the changes in my rhyme

I was on the turf, cold chillin out

When a sucker MC got hit in the mouth

Tryin to find out if he can hang with me

The boy got hooked on the Dope Fiend Beat

I said, «Bitch, what are you smokin?»

It ain’t funny, cool, I ain’t jokin

You never shoulda said I was fakin the place

You wouldn’ta got socked straight in your face

I’m the coldest MC on a microphone

Now the sucker MC’s just leave me alone

They might suck on yours, but they can’t get mine

Like the Mack said, homie, pimp all the time

I’m not talkin 'bout hookers in mini-skirts

When you pimp like me, put your mind to work

It’s like 24 hoes, better known as tracks

When I grab that mic I spit these raps

I start workin the hoes, and it just don’t stop

It’s goin on till the panties drop

I’m Sir Too $hort, like I said

Bitch can’t leave, don’t give me head

Had a fresh young tender, won’t say her name

It’s the same old story, ran the same old game

She could blow more head than a whale blows water

The girl won’t stop once she gets started

Like the freak you married, I had to get with her

Ain’t no doubt, Short Dog would get her

I’m a cold player, I can’t lie

They call me Playboy $hort, and I told you why

I’m a mack, so get back

I put my tape in the deck in my Cadillac

And as my rhyme goes on definitely

I speak each word loud as can be

I’m the «T» double «O», and like I said

If your girlfriend’s freakin, I accept all head

Scream out the combination, and I open the lock

Plug in the mic jack, and then rock that cock

Back to back like the Oakland Raiders

In and out like your crossfaders

Makin people dance all over the floor

Lovin that rapper named Sir Too $hort

You got my bank, little girl, no time to act silly

I’m dynamite, baby, and my name ain’t Willy

Cold as hell, hard to stop

I spit these raps and rock your block

Hit the city talkin bout, it’s goin on

And the next thing you know, the whole nation’s gone

It’s Too $hort on the mic

And I’m spittin mo' raps than any rapper you like

So all you suckers? rappers, you hate my beat

All I gotta say is, don’t fuck with me

My game is tight, my bank is made

You can hate big $hort, but I still get paid

You say, «I can’t», I say, «You can

Show respect, little boy, when you deal with a man»

I saw you laughin when you came in the place

Punk, I start laughin when I spit in your face

See I know how you feel, I should be shot at dawn

But I’m a true MC, I keep rockin on

I won’t say I’m best, won’t declare I’m bad

I’m just a rappin muthafucka with a hard-ass rap

Too $hort cold comin up

Say a rap, homeboy, get the mic out your butt

Be a man if you can, cause it might get worse

You’ll be walking round town with a wig and a purse

No telling what’s next, I don’t know

Like the Mack said, homie, pimp the ho

(I'll be good to you

You’ll be good to me

Anything you want

Or anything you need

I got my eye on you

And I’m into you

I’ll give you all my dough

You just pimp that ho)

I’m never draggin when I’m rhymin, cause I make a lotta money

I jump into my car, drop it if it’s sunny

Doggin the freaks, and all that shit

Long haired hoes with real big tits

I’m a eastside player oh yes, I am

Grab the microphone and start makin grands

I take a freak to her room, not a hotel trick

I cold chill out at the Motel Six

I’m ridin? in the car?, and I can’t be found

I’m the hardest muthafucka rappin from this town

My name is Sir Too $hort, and if you say, «so what?»

I look you in your eye, and wouldn’t give a fuck

I live a California lifestyle, ain’t no trip

8 years on the mic, and ain’t faked it yet

So when you see me on stage, I won’t blow you a kiss

I put my finger in the air and tell you just like this

Say bitch

Pimp the ho